I thought maybe it would be smart with a new english blog at the same place as I have my norwegian one. Just because I don't wanna have too many places to relate to, my life is way to messy as it is.
Ok, about my life at the moment: I just got accepted into one of the best photography-schools in Norway; Norsk Fotofagskole. On friday I was in Trondheim for the big interview, I was nervous and a bit scared, but it helped when I found another girl outside the offices just as scared and nervous as me. Together we had the guts to get in. because the door was locked and nocking didn't help. She called, and then we got in. I had earlier decided to wear my smallest piercings so I wouldn't scare the interviewer, but this girl was so colourful and spicy that I looked like a small officerat. She liked my earpiercing though. Can't remember from where she is, either it was from the north or from somewhere near Trondheim.. or was it Oslo??
Anyway... She was first, I could see the principal talking to her. And I imagine they talked about her pictures, because he was looking in an odd angle that could not be at her. When it was my turn I had to wait a bit. I saw him getting som papers, my papers! I could see that because there was a big window instead of a wall in his office. When I got in I'm not even sure if I shook his hand, I think I said "hello", but I can't be sure. He asked me about lots of things. Like what photographers I admire, why I will succeed or fail as a photographer. I couldn't tell him any famous names and I think I talked too much about money and economy. I was afraid he thought I only take pictures for the money and fame. I don't really care about that.
So I was so sure the rest of the weekend that I wouldn't get in. I thought about the comming phonecall or the depressing mail in my inbox all the time. So after a great trip to Ulriken with Rokas, Sonja and Peppi (is that his real name?) I think I got the sms around 11 in the morning. I was sooo sleepy and slept in my big inflatable bed in Rokas room. I heard the housephone call two times in my halfsleep and my pulse went crazy every time, though I knew they wouldn't call me on his phone. And I also heard two sms tick in, but didn't bother to check them. When I finally got up around 12 I saw it. "Congratulations" it said. I read it a few times, and again and again I asked myself if it was a joke or not. This is the firrst time I've ever heard about finding it out like this. I didn't scream as I thought I would. I just told Rokas calmly that I got in, a little surprised. He gave me a hug, but maybe he hoped I would stay in Bergen.
So now I also have received the contract and some information about the school.
